She shook her head sadly:
“There is no such good in store for me,” she said.
She took his face between her two slender hands and kissed him—on the brows and cheek and lips and chin:
“I wonder how it is that no woman has loved you, Eustace.... It will come.”
Her eyes filled with tears.
He could not trust himself to speak.
She sighed sadly:
“One day you will know why I say No,” she said. “You will know that I loved you too well.”
“I think,” said he—“I think I know now.”